19. Anthony
Chapter 19
Anthony
W HEN DARCY SHOWS up on Saturday, I’m already waiting for her. Her surprise is evident, and I can’t decide if I’m insulted by it, or simply happy that I’m the first one who’s ever given her the attention and care she deserves. She’s mentioned only one guy before, Jason, and it sounds like he was a douche.
She skids to a halt in the doorway, a thermos in one hand and her tote filled to the brim with who knows what. With a pointed glance at the table that’s seemed to get worse for wear this past month, she asks, “What’s all this?”
“This is breakfast before you start working,” I answer simply. Then I pull the chair out and gesture for her to have a seat.
The smile she gives me, pure and delighted, stabs into my heart with something I don’t want to investigate. “You made me breakfast?”
“I’m helping you today, too. For a few hours, at least.” I push her chair in, then head to the kitchen.
“How do you know I haven’t eaten already?” she calls out.
I snort. The woman never eats in the morning, even though it’s clear she needs it. She’s always happier, her focus and efforts better, when she does.
When I set the plate in front of her, she gasps. “You…made waffles?” Then she giggles. “And you put a strawberry and blueberry smiley face on mine?”
“What’s the point of waffles if you can’t make a face with them?”
Her answering laugh is brighter than the sunshine streaming through the windows. “I’m almost sad to ruin this masterpiece, Anthony, but I love fruit. And waffles.”
I cut my own up and watch as she takes her first bite. The moan she gives is enough to make me want to throw her over my shoulder and have my way with her. Forget the work that has to be done today. She’s closed her eyes, the fork held in the air as though she can’t be bothered to move it while she’s so focused on the bite, and there’s a bit of syrup on the side of her mouth that is positively sinful.
Finally, she swallows and opens her eyes, pinning me with those bright aqua blues as she licks the syrup off. “I can’t believe any of this.”
I chew my forkful before asking, “Believe what?”
She gestures with her hand. “All of this. You cooked me breakfast. You made waffles. With a cute little smiley face on it. And bacon. You made bacon .” She shoves half a piece in her mouth and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. “You, Anthony Hall, are sweet.”
I bristle. “I am no such thing.”
She cackles at my reaction. “Oh, you most definitely are. And no one knows it but me.” Her eyes soften as she reaches for the coffee I’ve made exactly how she likes it. “Thank you.”
My face warms, and I clear my throat. “You’re welcome. It’s what anyone would do.”
“Not even close,” she murmurs. And then, as if she’s aware of how uncomfortable all of this has made me, she changes gears. “So, you’re helping me this morning?”
I nod, beyond grateful. “How much longer do you think you have?”
She looks past me, assessing the loft. “Probably one more week or so. We’re close. I’ve got all the paint, and I’m waiting for some things to come in that I’ve ordered to replace the tragedy that is your current furniture?—”
“Hey!” I object.
“Except your bed. That is definitely staying.” She grins mischievously. “I’ve grown awfully fond of it.”
She helps me clean the dishes despite my protestations, and after, I help her lay out some drop cloths for us to paint the bathroom. She’s wearing her usual tank-and-overalls outfit, her hair bound up in a light green handkerchief and her feet in steel-toed work boots. Admittedly, I’m far less prepared than she is, but the old jeans and tee I’m wearing will do just fine.
She indicates the closed can of paint. “Shake that up and get it opened and poured out, big guy, while I finish taping it off in there.”
I pick the can up, then blanch. “What the hell is mossy sun ?” I ask, reading the name of the paint color. “You better not be turning my bathroom into a damn forest, Darcy.”
She giggles. “And if I were? If I had plans to paint little fairies and mushroom houses along the bottom, maybe bring in a—” She squeals as I pull her into my arms, nuzzling her neck and then tickling her bare skin inside the overalls.
“Then I’d punish you.”
Her eyes sparkle as I move my hand further down her body, still inside the overalls, reaching around to cup her ass and squeeze. “But you know I like that, Mr. Hall,” she breathes.
My cock stirs. I could have her pressed against the sink, buried inside her in seconds, and the temptation is almost too much to bear. I swing my hand around her thigh and palm her pussy, finding her damp with arousal. “Fuck,” I groan, dropping my forehead to hers.
She breathes fast, her breath coming in little pants out of those bright red lips. I squeeze, and the moan she lets out has me almost coming in my pants.
“Painting can wait,” I tell her.
Her eyes are hazy as she blinks up at me, her attention torn between the heat of my palm against her center and the words I’m speaking. “Mmm?”
I grin wickedly. “Mmm is right, baby girl. Because I’m going to let you have my cock in that pretty mouth of yours.”
She snaps to attention, her eyes hyper-alert now.
I pull my hand out of her overalls. “I want fresh lipstick on those lips. And I want you naked, in my bedroom and on your knees, in three minutes.”
She turns to go, and I reach for her wrist, holding it loosely as I wait for her to look back at me.
“And you know how I am about my time, Darcy Belle.”
She smirks. “Yes, Daddy.”
She sways away from me, heading towards her tote. I walk to the bedroom and place a pillow on the floor in front of the bed, then sit in front of it.
When exactly two minutes and fifty seconds have passed, Darcy appears in the doorway, a fucking goddess sent to torture me with visions of a forever I don’t get to have.
“Did I make it in time?” She gives me a sultry smile, her lips a glossy cherry red, her body gloriously free of clothing. Her pussy is freshly trimmed, letting me see more of the pale skin beneath her dark hair. I growl in approval.
“You did.”
She glances at the pillow and back to me. “You’re not undressed.”
I reach behind me to pull my T-shirt off, watching her expression as I go. I’ll never tire of the way she looks at me, as though I’m everything she wants. And I know I’m not—I’m old and far past my prime—but there’s a sick pleasure I take in knowing that I’m setting the bar really fucking high for whoever has the misfortune of coming after me. I flex my chest muscles and she grins.
“Nice.” She draws the word out in obvious approval.
I bite back my own smile, then take everything else off. She watches my every move, and I let her, watching the way she bites her lip and squeezes her thighs together as her eyes land on my throbbing cock.
“You want this, Darcy?”
She nods, dragging her eyes to mine. “I do.”
I take my cock in hand and give it a slow tug, more than a little pleased at the moan she gives in response. “Then get over here and show me what you can do.”
She closes the distance, and it takes every ounce of my self-control to keep from throwing her onto the bed and burying my tongue in her delicious pussy.
That’s not to say I don’t want this. Fuck, it’s been a whole other level of self-control and restraint to keep her from it. A restraint I lost for the quickest of moments when she had that beautiful ass in my face and asked for my cock, and fuck, did her mouth feel good for the short amount of time I let her have it. But letting her get me all the way off with her mouth? I’ve wanted to wait. More out of respect for her than anything. Guys her age are nothing but selfish pricks who rarely think about a woman’s pleasure, and based on what she’s told me, I’m willing to bet she’s had a man’s dick in her mouth far more times than she’s had a tongue worshipping her pussy. Which is a damn shame.
But now, watching her chest heave as she sinks to her knees in front of me? Now’s good. Now’s fucking great.
“Wait.”
She looks up at me, those ice-blue beauties all doe-eyed and innocent, despite the ways I’ve debauched her.
I reach for the bandana and untie it, folding it and setting it to the side. Then I gently pull her hair from the elastic binding it, sending her thick, dark hair tumbling around her shoulders. I push the hair away from her face, scraping her scalp the way she does mine, and sure enough, she closes her eyes in pleasure, a different kind of moan leaving her lips. She leans into it like a cat, all but purring as I continue to stroke her head, threading my hands through her hair as she kneels between my legs.
Finally, I stop, and she blinks up at me, something between lust and gratitude warring in her expression.
I stand, wanting to see her entire body as she kneels before me. “Put that sweet mouth on my cock, Darcy Belle.”
A sinful smile spreads across her cherry red lips. “With pleasure, Daddy.”
She angles forward and takes my cock in her hand. I shiver, and a low laugh issues from her as her tongue darts out to lick the pre-cum that’s already formed.
“Fuck,” I rasp. “You look so pretty on your knees for me.”
She sucks the tip into her mouth and moans, and the sound reverberates through my entire fucking body. When her other hand reaches up to caress my balls, I nearly lose it.
She pulls her mouth away, licking around the head, her tongue pink and bright against the red lipstick. Then she opens her mouth and takes me in, wrapping those lush lips around my cock as though she’s done it a thousand times. I watch as she slides her mouth back, leaving behind the faintest trace of lipstick in her wake, and I groan. “Fuck, Darcy, you’re so perfect. Look at how you left your mark on me.”
She hums as my dick hits the back of her throat, and I thread my hands through her hair once more. I’m trying so hard not to take over, but it’s nearly impossible. Ripping my gaze from her mouth, I take in the rest of her.
“Holy shit, baby, your ass. Nothing is more perfect than your ass, except, fuck, your mouth. And those tits, my God.” I can’t stop talking, won’t stop praising her, because I will never again be this lucky. I want her as long as she’ll have me, and I’ll want her far longer than that, but she doesn’t have to know. Her head bobs as she takes me to the back of her mouth again and again, her hips flaring out to her bottom, her whole body moving in a rhythm that gets faster and faster.
It’s too soon before my balls are tightening. I’m on the edge. I strengthen my grip on her hair. “I’m about to come, baby, and when I do?”
Her eyes meet mine.
“You’re going to swallow every last drop.”
She simply holds my gaze, then sucks.
I explode, coming with a shout and nearly blacking out, spilling down her throat like I haven’t come in ages. And this beautiful woman takes it, swallowing my cum like it’s everything she’s ever wanted.
She pops off me and keeps going, cleaning every last bit of me with her tongue before relaxing onto the pillow, her feet tucked neatly beneath her.
I can barely keep my legs from shaking as I sit on the mattress, and the look of utter satisfaction on Darcy’s face makes it all worthwhile.
“How’d I do?” she asks with a smirk.
I lean down and cup her face with both hands, pulling her to me for a kiss. “You know exactly how you did.”
She laughs and flips her hair. “I do.”
A laugh bursts out of me, deep and loud, and her smile grows in response. “You’re amazing, Darcy Belle.”
She takes the hand I offer and stands, then turns so I can palm her ass. “I know,” she says over her shoulder. “It’s about time you noticed.”
I watch, wordless, as she sashays out of the bedroom. A minute later she calls, “Come on, big guy—this bathroom won’t paint itself!”
And fuck me if she isn’t everything I’ve ever wanted.